restless whining.
“I could blow you again,” Elias offered.
“I just came. I’m fine.” It ought to be true.
Elias got rid of the condom, then snuggled his soft, wet cock between Jack Henry’s ass cheeks. Jack Henry restrained himself from pushing back to meet it.
“You sure you don’t want a blowjob?”
“I’m sure. That was nice. And Jasper and Saul will probably come home horny.”
“Do you think we shouldn’t have…?”
“Done this without them? We’ve never talked about it.”
The four of them were so constantly together outside of working hours that opportunities for individual pairings hadn’t come up before. But having sex with one of your mates couldn’t be considered cheating on your other mates, could it?
“I think it’s fine,” he decided out loud. “I was horny and you helped me out.”
“I thought I was the one who was horny,” Elias said with a laugh. “I’m always horny for you.”
“Same. Maybe I should see that doctor.”
“Why haven’t you? Are you nervous about what he’ll say?”
That seemed like the most likely explanation. Sure, they’d had a lot to deal with when they first moved to Galvetta—jobs to find, the cabin to upgrade, all the questions about what they meant to each other to work through. They’d made great progress in the last two months, but not every question had been answered yet, most especially the one about whether or not he could get pregnant. If he couldn’t get pregnant, they could stop using condoms. Surely, that was worth a trip to the doctor to find out.
Jack Henry rubbed his stomach, pretending to himself that he had a load of come in there. The kernel of dissatisfaction eased, and he promised himself he would make an appointment. Soon.
SAUL
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Saul’s pockets bulged. In the right one, he’d stashed the wad of bills. Not a lot of money, though it had seemed like a lot at fifteen. He’d had his eye on an electric guitar—a beautiful thing with flames painted across it he’d had no idea how to play but had assumed he would somehow be able to play once he owned it. But instead of buying the guitar, which he’d imagined would make him cool enough to approach Jack Henry, he’d taped the bills to the underside of his sock drawer, one at a time, laying them perfectly flat so no one would guess they were there.
For years, he’d hovered on the cusp of striking out on his own, but he’d never done it. He could pretend he loved his father. He could say he didn’t want to leave Ferris and Jack Henry. But truthfully, he was just indecisive. He was a follower, not a leader, and he liked taking it up the ass. Exactly as his father had accused. In fact, he liked taking Jasper’s cock up his ass so much, he might like it more than he liked fucking Jack Henry.
His need to fuck Jack Henry was a constant thrum, and he enjoyed every second of it while he was doing it. But when Jasper deposited a load in his ass, it was just so… satisfying. Everything about Jasper was indescribably wonderful. After years of being in love with Jack Henry, Saul was in love again. With Jasper.
He wound his arms tighter around his mate, wishing he could nuzzle into his neck to scent him. The helmets made it impossible, but Jasper was firm and warm against him, commanding the bike like he commanded everything. Saul hardly wanted a bike of his own. It was too nice like this, almost good enough to distract him from the bulge in his other pocket—the one made by every memento he had of his mother.
There was her goodbye note. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to read it yet, but he’d dutifully rescued it from the underside of his t-shirt drawer. There were other notes, too. Fonder ones she’d tucked into his lunchbox from time to time. Tossing them away with his empty potato chip bag had always seemed too cold, so he would bring them back home, nestled in amongst his papers from school.
When his mother disappeared, so suddenly and without seeming to care what happened to him, he collected them together and hid them—not taped under the drawer but stuffed into the back corner of it. He’d found them there, along with all his other stuff because his father hadn’t really emptied his room. That would’ve required him to take more interest in Saul than he’d ever shown before. But Saul had left most of it.